Missing in Action

There I went again.

Gone. Disappeared.

Crumbled under the weight of it all.

Italy, as it so often does, brought me back, put the swing in my waist and the joy in my feet that Miss Angelou said I could have.

I apologize for my absence. Mostly to myself, for confusing pleasant habit with painful duty, as I so often tend to do.

 

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